The Sniff of Mystery

Me, Cheezy Crow, and Finley Cat were out on our morning walk. Cheezy looks for shiny stuff. I sniff for snacks. Finley? He says he’s “looking for meaning.” Whatever that is.

Then I sniffed out a crumpled paper by the curb. Smelled like pickles and pocket lint. sniff-sniff

I thought it was treasure map—

We circled it, tails twitching, trying to read the squiggles.

“Eggs, milk, dog treats, pickles… one shoe?” I said. Cheezy squawked, “Nah, says one stew!” Finley purred, “Obviously one truth.”

Then the wind flipped it open— “Onions.”

We all stared. Cheezy sighed, “Humans—so weird.” Finley nodded, “Deeply.”

—Toby 🐾